Fulmination

I fulminate against the power,
And scribble angry rhymes.
It's all I seem to manage now,
To resist these evil times.

What purpose do such verses hold?
Words have power but are not read.
The world is ruled by guns and gold,
The innocent are bombed till dead.

Perhaps it helps me, thus to vent my rage,
Against the hoodlum scum who rule our age,
Through secret spies and lies and bribes:
Helps free my mind for calmer vibes.

For after all, I must admit,
The powerful pay no heed to me,
Or millions of like-minded souls.
From sea to shining polluted sea,
They pursue, unchecked, their vicious goals.